"That was bloody brilliant!" Sirius screamed while tackling him.
"Amazing!" he heard James say.
"Superb!" Remus praised.
"Thanks." He managed to get out weakly and tiredly, in lisp.
"Ouch!" he roared as somebody jumped onto his bleeding chest. He heard a voice say sorry.
"Everybody get off of Future Mr. Potter, and go to transfiguration!" The DADA teacher roared. The class obliged, some grudgingly. Harry then went to the hospital wing, in what felt like the second longest walk of his life (the longest was in the Chamber of Secrets).
"Oh my that looks bad." Madam Pomfrey said. "How did you get it?" She asked aggressively.
"Duel with Snape." Was all that Harry could get out. She then levitated him to a bed and told him to rest, saying "Don't struggle, and go off to sleep."
"Yes, Madam." He answered weakly, nodding. Soon he saw Snape come too, albeit with lesser injuries as the teacher had partially healed him.
'Curse that stupid excuse of a teacher' He swore angrily in his brain, thinking about his partiality. He was given a sleeping potion and quickly went off to sleep, waking up after two hours. He looked at his chest, there was no more cuts, and his cheek felt whole again. Harry then got up and said "Thanks." and looked around for Snape, seeing that he had already left.
"No problem, and don't hurt yourself again." She said kindly and fiercely at the same time, something only her and Molly Weasely could do.
"Ok, I won't." He answered. He then looked at his schedule, which showed him that it was time for lunch, and he hurried of to the great hall, where he heard Dumbledore giving some weird announcement in what he thought was gobbledegook or Mermish., or maybe it was just Italian or Spanish, who knows? At any rate, it wasn't English.
"Do you want to sit with me?" Lily offered. Harry was glad to have an opportunity to talk with his mom. His dad was and Sirius were handfuls, although they were nice.
"Sure." He answered cheerfully. He then followed her and sat between her and Mary Macdonald. (Anybody remember her from deathly hallows Snape's pensive).
"So what do you want to talk about?" She asked him.
"I don't know, your choice." He answered. He saw Snape give a quick glare at him, probably for him defeating Snape earlier.
"Hmm, so what is your favorite sport?" She asked after some deliberation.
"Quidditch, though I've heard Soccer is good too." Harry answered.
" I suppose it is, though I do dislike Quidditch, it causes so much inter-house tensions." She told him seriously.
"I guess so." He answered lightly, wondering if James was a part of the reason she disliked Quidditch. Harry then took a bite of the food, which was boiled potatoes and something that looked like roasted poison ivy.
"You probably shouldn't eat that." Lily said, pointing at the poison ivy like thing. "I heard a rumor whoever collected it accidentally got poison ivy instead of ticklish ivy.
"Ok." he answered, wondering what ticklish ivy was.
"Are you one of those pureblood bigots?" Mary asked out of nowhere.
"No, why would you think so?" He asked defensively.
"And for the matter, I'm a half blood"
"Sorry, just wondering." She answered, shrugging.
"It's fine." Harry said.
"So how do you even stand James?" Lily asked poignantly.
"Well I mean he is my father, which you should know by now, and even then he's nice but annoying." Harry answered.
"He also arrogant, dumb, bigheaded, and a show-off." Lily mumbled under her breath.
"Sorry?" Harry asked.
"Nevermind." She said.
"Why do you hate him so much?" Harry counter-asked.
"Lots of reasons, but at least he seems to be good at parenting, considering that his son is nice." Harry didn't reply, as James was dead, and Harry found it ironic that Lily hated James so much, as they were going to marry soon, or by his count, in less than four years.
"And how do you duel so well?" Lily asked, this time more curiously.
"Experience, not something that you want to have." he answered darkly.
"How bad can experience be?" Lily asked curiously.
"Trust me, pretty bad." He answered. "So what did we do in transfiguration." He asked.
"Hmm in transfiguration we learned about basic human transfiguration, and you were excused from homework." She told him.
"Thanks." He answered. They then chatted about random things, and Lily kept on complaining about James, until lunch was finished. The topics were Death Eaters, James, Muggle Toys, James, Foreign Countries, James, Elephants, and lastly, James. He tried to make sure that he didn't let slip that he knew anything about muggles or muggle technologies. That might have been too suspicious.
"Well bye." She told him, and walked off. He then borrowed a Daily Prophet newspaper from Mary, which said
'It seems that You-Know-Who had once again committed murder, murdering twelve muggles, while death eaters Antonin Dolohov and Karakoff have been torturing Muggles near Kent and Manchester, even taking a trip to San Francisco before being chased off by U.S. Aurors from MACUSA. "We are getting closer and closer to capturing He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" Minister Millicent Bagnold says, but once again You-Know-Who escaped capture after killing two aurors. For further information read pages 12-14 and for information about new pop singer Celestina Warbeck, who is on the rise, read pages 8-11. For information about Crumple-Horned Snorkacks please check 'The Quibbler'.
"Stupid Death Eaters." He groaned, lauhing at the same time about Luna's father's obsession with Crumple-Horned Snorkacks.
"Hi." said his dad, James, relatively upbeat.
"Did you read the newspaper?" Sirius asked as James's face immediately darkened.
"Yes." And then he jogged off to class, while Sirius and James were talking.
"How is he getting along so well with Evans?" James asked, frustrated.
"Evans thinks you are conceited, and thinks that he is not, simple." Remus answered sagely.
"But still, I've tried so hard." James groaned.
"But you still are extremely bigheaded you know." Sirius said.
"As if you're any better." James said bitterly.